(A Sonnet In Commemoration of Bobby Sands, M.P., who died while on hunger-strike on this day, May 5th, 1981.)


Gabriel Donohoe


He sinks, brain addled, into his waterbed
Not moving, lest the brittle bones should crack.
Before the dawn his fading pulse shall ebb;
The eyes are sightless now, the tongue is black.
How can one embrace ideals so cherished
To permit one’s living flesh to melt away?
What chimera drives a man to perish
When England’s heartless will remains unsway’d?
Is he not a gunman whose blooded hand
Deserves him naught but death and biting scorn?
What right has such to take a martyred stand?
‘Midst nature’s sublime blossoms he’s but a thorn.
But the uncommitted fail to comprehend
How deeply august thoughts inspire some men.

Copyright © 1981, 2015 Gabriel Donohoe

(Originally written in May, 1981, when the author lived in Fermanagh/South Tyrone, a constituency represented in the U.K. Parliament by hunger-striker Bobby Sands, M.P.)


About Fools Crow

Gabriel Donohoe is a Writer and Natural Health Therapist who lives in Co. Louth, Ireland. He sometimes uses the name “Fools Crow”, in honour of a Lakota holy man and healer who dedicated his life to his people and to all of humankind. Website: Wakan tanka nici un mitakola (Walk in Peace, My Friends).
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2 Responses to REQUIEM FOR AN M.P.

  1. Kevin Boyle says:

    That’s seriously….umm, looking for the right word and can’t find it. Brilliant will have to do.
    Thank you Gabriel.

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